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Wide Awake with Gratitude
It’s late. The kind of late where the world feels quiet, where even the hum of the fridge sounds louder than usual. I can hear the dog snoring under the bed – his favourite place to sleep. Sleep just isn’t coming tonight, and instead of tossing and turning, I find myself sitting with gratitude. My kids are sleeping peacefully, each one such a miracle in their own unique way. They push me, stretch me, challenge me, and teach me more about love than I ever thought I could hold. Sometimes, in these quiet moments, I just feel overwhelmed with how lucky I am to be their mom. Then there’s my…
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Becoming Me Again: A Memoir of Motherhood, Healing, and Holding On
There’s a moment I come back to often. I’m standing in the middle of my kitchen – unshowered, in pajamas, a baby on my hip, a toddler pulling at my leg, and another wailing somewhere nearby. Crumbs are everywhere. The laundry pile is overflowing. The noise is loud, but somehow, inside me, it’s quiet. Almost numb. In that moment, I feel like I’m unraveling. But underneath the exhaustion, something else is happening too. A remembering. A reckoning. A kind of becoming. Becoming a mother cracked me open in ways I never expected – and in ways that forced me to face the things I thought I had long buried. I…
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Finding Strength in the Middle of the Mess
Some days, I don’t wake up feeling like a warrior. I wake up already tired, already doubting myself, already wishing I could crawl back under the covers and hit pause on life. I start the day wondering if I’ll ever feel “caught up” or if this is just what it means to be human – constantly balancing between what I want for myself and what the world needs from me. Life doesn’t separate struggle from strength. It hands us both at once, tangled together, and we’re left to sort through the mess. For a long time, I believed that strength meant being unshakable, never doubting, never faltering. But what I’ve…
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Losing Myself, Finding Myself: My Journey Through Postpartum Depression
I never expected to lose myself in motherhood. When I imagined having a baby, I pictured the soft newborn snuggles, the sweet scent of baby skin, and the overwhelming love that everyone talks about. And while those moments did come, they were often drowned out by something heavier – something I wasn’t prepared for. Postpartum depression crept in quietly at first. A wave of exhaustion, a deep sadness I couldn’t explain, and a feeling that I was somehow failing at a job I had barely started. I thought I was just tired. I thought it would pass. But soon, the exhaustion turned into numbness. The sadness became an anchor pulling…
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Celebrate Your Wins: You’re Doing More Than Just Surviving
Life has a funny way of piling it all on at once, doesn’t it? Between juggling responsibilities, healing from old wounds, showing up for the people we love, and just trying to keep our heads above water, it’s easy to lose sight of something really important: how far we’ve come. Recently, a friend suggested I write this post. They reminded me that I’ve been through a lot this past year – not just the hard stuff, but the growth, the accomplishments, the moments of quiet strength. Sometimes, we need someone on the outside to point out what we’re too busy or too humble to notice ourselves. So here I am,…
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Embracing Somatic Exercises: A Path to Healing Anxiety and Trauma for Mothers
As a mom to three little ones under five, I know firsthand how overwhelming life can get. Some days, it feels like I’m running a marathon from the moment I wake up – diapers, snacks, tantrums, laundry piles – and somewhere in the mix, I’m supposed to take care of myself too. Sound familiar?Over the past few years, I’ve discovered something that’s really helped me begin to manage the anxiety and lingering emotional weight I didn’t even realize I was carrying: somatic exercises. They’re gentle, grounding, and (best of all) easy to sneak into the cracks of a busy day. If you’re a mom (or dad, or just bysy period)…
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The Invisible Load: What Mothers Carry and Why It Matters
Some mornings I wake up already overwhelmed. Not because anything bad has happened, but because the list in my head has already started running: lunches to pack, appointments to schedule, diapers to restock, feelings to manage (theirs and mine). And I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. As a mom of three little ones – including twins – and as a student studying social work, I live with a double lens: I feel the weight of motherhood and I see it in the lives of the women I will be working with. But what’s harder to see – and even harder to name – is the invisible load we’re…
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Breaking Cycles: Healing My Trauma to Be the Parent I Needed
I never set out on a healing journey – it found me in the chaos. It crept in during the sleepless nights, in the sharp edges of my own voice when I was overwhelmed, in the quiet moments after the kids went to bed when I couldn’t ignore the ache in my chest anymore. That ache was old. It was layered. It was mine – but it didn’t have to belong to my children. I’ve carried childhood trauma like an invisible backpack for most of my life. I didn’t always know what to call it. I just knew I felt different, raw, hyper-aware, sometimes numb. I developed habits to cope…
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The Rollercoaster of Motherhood: Joys, Struggles, and Everything in Between
Motherhood is the most beautiful, exhausting, fulfilling, and challenging journey I’ve ever been on. It’s a ride filled with highs that take my breath away and lows that test every ounce of patience and strength I have. Some days, I feel like I have everything under control – meals prepped, kids happy, house (somewhat) tidy. Other days, I’m just trying to survive the chaos, running on caffeine and sheer willpower. The Highs: Love Beyond Measure Nothing prepared me for the depth of love I’d feel for my children. It’s overwhelming in the best way. The first time I held my baby, the world shifted. Suddenly, nothing else mattered as much…
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Regrowth: A New Chapter in Helping Others
For a long time, I felt stuck. Stuck in survival mode, stuck in grief, stuck in the endless cycle of wondering what my next step should be. But somewhere along the way, I realized that healing isn’t just about leaving the past behind – it’s about building something new in its place. Starting over hasn’t been easy. Balancing school, motherhood, and healing is a challenge, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m growing again. I’m learning, I’m pushing myself, and I’m excited for what’s ahead. This isn’t just about a new career; it’s about purpose. It’s about turning my pain into something meaningful. That’s…